The power of our spirit never ceases to amaze me. I visibly saw wrinkles erase from my skin as I sunk into a blissful 14 days away from my role as an ER nurse. I felt young again. Inspired. My mind raced so fast with creative ideas, yet calmness seeped from every word I spoke. Was that really MY voice? I realized I even sounded younger...x 14 days. I literally felt as if I was grounded air...if that's possible. Our house was quiet most days and the time uneventful, except for that feeling.

Then today happened. Scrubs went on, the smile got plastered on, that constraining stethescope around my neck, the familiar "you have clocked in for regular work..." echo in my ear as I dialed in to start my day, and the quick last minute check in the mirror to make sure the hair was not too messy, and then it struck me. My eyes were dead. The air was gone from my step. I trudged out to Pod B, my station for the day, and could not help but think about our spirit inside of us. It's not that I dislike work. Quite the opposite. I love a hard day of housework, desiging, farming, planning, creating, gardening, tending to family. So if I enjoy those things....is it really not work? So that's why I do this nursing job? Because I need to be working ,and if I liked it then it's not really work?

I picked apart all the skills my job requires and I honestly can't find a reason to dislike my job other than the fact it's far from creative and it's indoors. Hence, as I trudged to my station for the day, I dwelt again on the Spirit. I knew my eyes looked dead, but I also knew that GOD can RENEW a right spirit within me, and that was my prayer.

We all wake up to find "wrinkles" in our face, caused by an outside, unbalanced force. Wrinkles caused from death, wrinkles caused from worry, wrinkles caused from circumstances, wrinkles cause from stolen innocence. The great Spirit has allowed us to live in a world that affects it's own existence. We don't always understand that existance or non-existance, for that matter, yet we understand that the other worldly realm of the spirit is not constrained to mass, time, or even wrinkles. The Spirit LIVES! Our spirits live.

The aura from my 14 days away from nursing existing as a part-time interior designer still slightly lingers. Creativity is still strangely palpable when I make a point to feel it, albeit not freely flowing. I understand that this tiny slice of life as we know it is much more than finding fulfillment in work. Although I feel a piece of me dies every day I step into those scrubs, I can't help but wonder what the Spirit will fill that void with for the next 8 hours of the day for "when my spirit was overwhelmed within me, Then You knew my path". ~Psalm 142